'Tis the Set of the Sail by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

'Tis the Set of the Sail

Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916

But to every mind there openeth
A way, and a way, and a way.
A high soul climbs the highway,
and a low soul gropes the low,
and in between on the misty flats,
the rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every man decideth,
The way his soul shall go.


One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the same self winds that blow,
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.